(Oh, hey Tommy)
My name's Tommy and I got some knives that can cut through freakin' iron
I sell those door to door, I'd like for you to buy them
You got wine on the floor? I don't give a damn, I got vacuum cleaners too
They'll clean your floors and feed your cat, and I also sell perfume
Don't say a word, I can read your mind, you want to know just how to get in
I said, don't worry cousin, I can hook your ass up with a house car and good looking friends
You'll be out of momma's basement in just one month if you sell these door to door
You might be thinking it's too good to be true but, oh brother, wait, there's more
The suits up top didn't want you to know, but you seem like a real cool guy
If you sign up nine friends in the next eight minutes you get an extra piece of the pie
I said, and it's no secret, Lord, the word gets out to the house in every town
They wait there naked with a glass of wine for the salesman to come around
Go ahead Johnny why don't you grab that pen and just sign on the dotted line
I'd get me a mean dog and some pills and a gun because this job gets sticky sometimes
And when you got all that sweet liquid cash, Johnny, you don't know what to do I've got just the thing or you
I got that beach front property in Panama City where you can drink all day and do whatever the hell you do
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(Oh, hey Tommy)
My name's Tommy and I got some knives that can cut through freakin' iron
I sell those door to door, I'd like for you to buy them
You got wine on the floor? I don't give a damn, I got vacuum cleaners too
They'll clean your floors and feed your cat, and I also sell perfume
Don't say a word, I can read your mind, you want to know just how to get in
I said, don't worry cousin, I can hook your ass up with a house car and good looking friends
You'll be out of momma's basement in just one month if you sell these door to door
You might be thinking it's too good to be true but, oh brother, wait, there's more
The suits up top didn't want you to know, but you seem like a real cool guy
If you sign up nine friends in the next eight minutes you get an extra piece of the pie
I said, and it's no secret, Lord, the word gets out to the house in every town
They wait there naked with a glass of wine for the salesman to come around
Go ahead Johnny why don't you grab that pen and just sign on the dotted line
I'd get me a mean dog and some pills and a gun because this job gets sticky sometimes
And when you got all that sweet liquid cash, Johnny, you don't know what to do I've got just the thing or you
I got that beach front property in Panama City where you can drink all day and do whatever the hell you do
My name's Tommy and I got some knives that can cut through freakin' iron
I sell those door to door, I'd like for you to buy them
You got wine on the floor? I don't give a damn, I got vacuum cleaners too
They'll clean your floors and feed your cat, and I also sell perfume
Don't say a word, I can read your mind, you want to know just how to get in
I said, don't worry cousin, I can hook your ass up with a house car and good looking friends
You'll be out of momma's basement in just one month if you sell these door to door
You might be thinking it's too good to be true but, oh brother, wait, there's more
The suits up top didn't want you to know, but you seem like a real cool guy
If you sign up nine friends in the next eight minutes you get an extra piece of the pie
I said, and it's no secret, Lord, the word gets out to the house in every town
They wait there naked with a glass of wine for the salesman to come around
Go ahead Johnny why don't you grab that pen and just sign on the dotted line
I'd get me a mean dog and some pills and a gun because this job gets sticky sometimes
And when you got all that sweet liquid cash, Johnny, you don't know what to do I've got just the thing or you
I got that beach front property in Panama City where you can drink all day and do whatever the hell you do
Writer: Bailey Hill, Ben Hood
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid